《sideways; markhyuck》tredive
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It had been years! Years of love that just wasn't supposed to be there in the first place, and now, his love was finally fulfilled with a passion greater than anything Haechan could've imagined.
Their lips fit perfectly together like a puzzle piece, and Haechan was sure that he could spend every future day kissing Mark's.
Mark and he were going to love each other until the end of their long incoming journey.
They were going to love each other forever!-
Donghyuck was dragged into the room. As he looked up, his eyes met Jaehyun's.
The older looked sad and disappointed, much to what Donghyuck had expected. Today, Jaehyun and his' relationship wouldn't matter.
Because today is Donghyuck's judgment day.
Today he's receiving his punishment...
And Jaehyun just happened to be the one to give it to him.
Donghyuck observed his environments. He had never been in the judgment room before, and he was surprised at how awfully small it was. Jaehyun stood on a pedestal before him, and a few other angels were guarding the door behind him.
Jaehyun cleared his throat. "Lee Donghyuck, a-angel of Mark Lee," the older's voice cracked which made Donghyuck feel so extremely bad. He knows Jaehyun doesn't want to do this and it's Donghyuck's fault he has to.
"Do you have any idea of what you've done?"
Donghyuck lowered his head. "I broke a rule," he said audible enough for the people in the room to hear it.
"What rule," Jaehyun asked sternly, having gotten control over his emotions. He can't let his feelings get in the way of his duty as a judgmental-angel.
"I broke the most forbidden rule," the young angel spoke, his voice fading more at each word, ashamed of what he had done. "I interfered with Mark's life."
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Jaehyun bit his lip. "And what did you do?"
"I put an image of myself into Mark's mind, which caused him to tell a story based off of me," and now that Donghyuck said it out loud, he knew how serious this was.
His stupid fucking heart had made a stupid fucking decision, and that was to fall in love with the one person he just wasn't supposed to fall in love with.
"You are here today to receive your punishment," Jaehyun said and walked down from the pedestal stopping just a meter from Donghyuck.
"Because you broke the most important rule, and because you are in love with your human, the most suitable punishment for you will be," Jaehyun paused.
"
Donghyuck's heart was heavy, his vision blurry and foggy, his body going into full lockdown from the fear within him. Never had Donghyuck been scared like this before, except the time Mark broke his arm at a playground while Donghyuck wasn't watching out for him.
And the words... the words just wouldn't leave his mind alone.
Donghyuck knows he's sensitive, and he knows that this punishment will absolutely break him into pieces.
But he knows he deserves it.
"Haechan? Are you okay?"
Haechan was brought back into reality.
His gaze landed on Mark. The older had a conflicted and worried look on his face and was laying on his back next to him. Haechan blinked, realizing he was crying.
He just kissed Mark.
And he just remembered the last piece of his memory...
"D-Did I do something wrong?" Mark stuttered and sat up.
"You didn't, I-" Haechan sniffled. "I'm sorry," he cried and stood up, running out of the room.
And now he was going to get sent back to the angel world, and Mark was going to forget everything about him.
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The digital clock on the fridge in the kitchen hit exactly eleven at night when Mark looked at it in his ever so cloudy mood. The others except for Chenle, Jeno and Haechan sat around him at the kitchen counter.
The curly-haired boy had fallen asleep three hours prior and Haechan had locked himself into his originally given room. Jeno just left to check on latter.
Mark has no absolute idea of what was going on. He doesn't know what he did wrong, but he believes he did something. Maybe it was the kiss. Maybe he went too far?
"Did he not like it? Am I really that bad?"
Jaemin, who sat closest to Mark, took the older's hands into his. "Don't say that," he told him. "He might have been a little overwhelmed but I'm sure he doesn't blame you for anything, Mark."
"What if he does?" Mark whined.
Jaemin shook his head, not wanting to do this again. Mark had the tendency to ramble and overreact when he's nervous or feeling down, and it could stress Jaemin out pretty bad.
"He doesn't. Stop taking it that deep," Renjun mumbled and took a bite out of an apple. "He just needs some time alone, I know the feeling," he muched out.
Mark sulked. "He never even got to say what he is."
"He remembers?!" Jisung exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell us?"
Mark shrugged. "I guess I forgot," he mumbled which caused Jisung to sigh, the youngest burying his face into his hands.
"That's great," Renjun smiled.
"It doesn't matter," Jeno joined their conversation as he stepped foot inside the kitchen. "Haechan told me he can't tell us what he is. He says it won't matter as we'll forget it anyway."
Jisung scrunched his nose. "What does he mean by that," he asked which resulted in Jeno shrugging, indicating he had no idea. The latter walked over to them and sat on the empty stool next to Jaemin with a sigh.
"Is he okay, Jeno?" Mark stared with worried eyes.
"I think so," Jeno answered. "He just needs to clear his head, but he says it has nothing to do with your kiss. He doesn't seem really sad, but..." Jeno trailed off, "there's something wrong. I don't know exactly what, but Haechan seemed to be scared of something."
"You should go up to him, Mark," Renjun said and stood up from the stool, walking sloppily over to the garbage bin where he threw away his only half-eaten apple.
Mark looked down. "He'll be fine," he mumbled.
Mark's a coward. A big coward. A coward too scared to even check on someone he really cares about, but could you really blame him? He never experienced feelings like this before, hence why some of his choices were so poorly made.
Haechan is the sun and Mark is the moon.
Because the moon can't light up without the sun, and if the sun isn't there, the moon is just a cold and dark object floating in space.
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if any of you read snowflake,
you probably know i like to repeat the same sentence before something bad happens...
and i oop-
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